Chapter 200 Reckonings

• Ella POV
• It had been quite a while since I’d been to Scott’s apartment, but not much had changed. It was the same pristine space with his two white leather couches and black-and-white Ansel Adams prints. He answered the door with the same calm smile he wore when Olivia died, and when I held up a bottle of chilled champagne, he made the same little comment about toasting to success.
• “If you like,” I said while stepping over his threshold. The was a hint of pine in the air from when his cleaners had been by. His windows showed a lovely view of the park.